the five fountains
mattie’s gutter
white water from the culvert
under the road from the garage
beside the thought of where from
who addled it white and slow
to pool on this side of our going
to the flume where it went on
to fall a thoughtless fall
small and putrid in its landing
on something better not thought
except the boy’s knew
the five fountains
can you
watch me
palm down into the flume
fingers supplicated wide
the trickle was the trick that
from each finger flowed
one of the five fountains
i did it
hands up a yes yes
i did it
can you
runs through the days escapade
for tomorrow who knows
what will flow
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